Great magazine, philosophy now.

– Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

fell out
the abandoned
quiet lane
fences wouldn’t hold
nowhere
the effort to create shadow world
bleeding hearts
tattooed
playing played by ego
look at it
made with bare hands
it disappears
wanting it to
I didn’t believe in it
this dream

I knew it when I saw it,
the train like oxide worm taking a name.
Born playing with death
the dead steel
the dead building
the dead tracks.
dead to knowledge
a tribe waits in the shadows
waiting for life to start
waiting to see
to see love in this place,
love was for movies TV books
tell me to fight
a bloody fight
I don’t need it.

“Drums between the bells” Great album by Brian Eno with the words of poet Rick Holland, just awesome